[Shortly after Ingress] It's not that Carol considers herself an expert on the unique brand of disorientation that is being suddenly thrust into a strange, new world, but she's not entirely new to this. Teleios was pretty weird, magic flowers and memory crystals and wish-granting dreams, but at least here she's not on any godlike bad guys' radars. (Yet?) Besides, thanks to her friendship with Beverly Crusher, Carol's been given a bit of a leg up, knows a smattering about space-venturing technology and has the helpful visuals of Beverly's Enterprise to take the edge off the culture shock (even if, given the announcement, this place seems less like Beverly's idyllic world by the second). She will miss the cozy home she and the others made, both of them actually; and not having baby Judith here with them, or Rick or Maggie or so many others, is a kick in the gut, and she's not supposed to remember any of it, but she can't worry about all that just yet.
In fact, everything including shell shock seems to take a backseat when, from what she can figure out, new management comes in and shuts out the lights. She's lived in far worse conditions, but after the way things went down on the last world she's not such a fan of shifts in leadership. But, realistically, this all changes very little for someone who is just arriving. Nothing to do but gather information and go with the flow and hope she and her people can grapple a coherent plan before anything hits the fan. In the meantime, she makes sure to carry her few, precious belongings with her and to conceal her knives and gun, though they're always ready for action if necessary.
Short of an actual idea what to do, she falls back on planning and instinct. First priority is getting to know this place, the layout and schedule and, most relevant, the people. Who might be friendly and who might be a threat, what people might think about this apparently new dynamic, while trying to decide how much lying she's willing to do and/or needs to do about herself and her intentions. She learned a lot being in Teleios those two years, enough to wish she didn't have to mess with anyone's head to feel safe, but her instinct to pretend is far older than Teleios, and she might find herself falling into the habit or deciding it's just easier, given the situation here. Any guilt she feels about that will have to get in line, and it's a long queue.
[Explorations] So, one step at a time, she sets about getting her bearings whenever she's not working, finding out what she can about the boundaries of this place. Finding her way to and from her room on the Nomo Deck, locating the mess hall and the galley because she'll have to figure out if she's even allowed to use the cooking facilities, the laundry where evidently she's folding for her bread, for now. To the rec area to find out if it's still usable, to the armory -- which she evidently can't enter without an appointment so she hangs around outside for a moment looking lost, trying to see what she can see. The training simulation room which looks both exactly like and nothing like what she expected (she'll need help figuring it out, assuming it's even still available for use with these power restrictions), strolling by the tattoo studio out of sheer amusement though she figures it's on the chopping block, if not already outright shuttered. The lounge to marvel at the giant TV that's apparently going to be useless, the safe space which she visits out of sheer curiosity about the title, only to flee with due haste once it seems to be full of counselors. Eventually she'll make it back to Medbay to find out if they need any help in there, considering her training and the, uh, gifts she picked up over the course of interdimensional travel, and it could be useful to have access.
Some of her time is spent on the observation deck, just because it's lovely and it doesn't seem to matter if the power's out. And because it's easy to small the horrors of her own life when compared to the beauty and vastness of space. And because standing there looking awed doesn't require any kind of falsehood or explanation.
Assuming there's no immediate threat or concern, her reaction will be similar to nearly everyone she comes across: a smile, tight and anxious but conciliatory in that way people feeling out of place tend to have when they want to reach out but are unsure where to begin. She gives up trying to discern whether this reaction is genuine or not very early on and just rolls with it; given the situation here, people probably have enough on their minds without thinking overly about the mental state of an obviously new and confused person. If she can just avoid stepping in any hornet's nests until Plans A through Q formulate, she'll be fine. Probably.
((OOC: Psyched newbie here! Carol has a very triggery canon history so I have an opt-out post up for anyone's concerns, or any reason at all you don't want me to tag you. Also, in a fit of horrible timing I am leaving tomorrow for a small vacation, I plan to tag as much as I can but if I am slow it is due to that and not lack of interest, and I shall backtag to the ends of time!))
Carol | The Walking Dead | OTA, prose or brackets!
It's not that Carol considers herself an expert on the unique brand of disorientation that is being suddenly thrust into a strange, new world, but she's not entirely new to this. Teleios was pretty weird, magic flowers and memory crystals and wish-granting dreams, but at least here she's not on any godlike bad guys' radars. (Yet?) Besides, thanks to her friendship with Beverly Crusher, Carol's been given a bit of a leg up, knows a smattering about space-venturing technology and has the helpful visuals of Beverly's Enterprise to take the edge off the culture shock (even if, given the announcement, this place seems less like Beverly's idyllic world by the second). She will miss the cozy home she and the others made, both of them actually; and not having baby Judith here with them, or Rick or Maggie or so many others, is a kick in the gut, and she's not supposed to remember any of it, but she can't worry about all that just yet.
In fact, everything including shell shock seems to take a backseat when, from what she can figure out, new management comes in and shuts out the lights. She's lived in far worse conditions, but after the way things went down on the last world she's not such a fan of shifts in leadership. But, realistically, this all changes very little for someone who is just arriving. Nothing to do but gather information and go with the flow and hope she and her people can grapple a coherent plan before anything hits the fan. In the meantime, she makes sure to carry her few, precious belongings with her and to conceal her knives and gun, though they're always ready for action if necessary.
Short of an actual idea what to do, she falls back on planning and instinct. First priority is getting to know this place, the layout and schedule and, most relevant, the people. Who might be friendly and who might be a threat, what people might think about this apparently new dynamic, while trying to decide how much lying she's willing to do and/or needs to do about herself and her intentions. She learned a lot being in Teleios those two years, enough to wish she didn't have to mess with anyone's head to feel safe, but her instinct to pretend is far older than Teleios, and she might find herself falling into the habit or deciding it's just easier, given the situation here. Any guilt she feels about that will have to get in line, and it's a long queue.
[Explorations]
So, one step at a time, she sets about getting her bearings whenever she's not working, finding out what she can about the boundaries of this place. Finding her way to and from her room on the Nomo Deck, locating the mess hall and the galley because she'll have to figure out if she's even allowed to use the cooking facilities, the laundry where evidently she's folding for her bread, for now. To the rec area to find out if it's still usable, to the armory -- which she evidently can't enter without an appointment so she hangs around outside for a moment looking lost, trying to see what she can see. The training simulation room which looks both exactly like and nothing like what she expected (she'll need help figuring it out, assuming it's even still available for use with these power restrictions), strolling by the tattoo studio out of sheer amusement though she figures it's on the chopping block, if not already outright shuttered. The lounge to marvel at the giant TV that's apparently going to be useless, the safe space which she visits out of sheer curiosity about the title, only to flee with due haste once it seems to be full of counselors. Eventually she'll make it back to Medbay to find out if they need any help in there, considering her training and the, uh, gifts she picked up over the course of interdimensional travel, and it could be useful to have access.
Some of her time is spent on the observation deck, just because it's lovely and it doesn't seem to matter if the power's out. And because it's easy to small the horrors of her own life when compared to the beauty and vastness of space. And because standing there looking awed doesn't require any kind of falsehood or explanation.
Assuming there's no immediate threat or concern, her reaction will be similar to nearly everyone she comes across: a smile, tight and anxious but conciliatory in that way people feeling out of place tend to have when they want to reach out but are unsure where to begin. She gives up trying to discern whether this reaction is genuine or not very early on and just rolls with it; given the situation here, people probably have enough on their minds without thinking overly about the mental state of an obviously new and confused person. If she can just avoid stepping in any hornet's nests until Plans A through Q formulate, she'll be fine. Probably.
((OOC: Psyched newbie here! Carol has a very triggery canon history so I have an opt-out post up for anyone's concerns, or any reason at all you don't want me to tag you. Also, in a fit of horrible timing I am leaving tomorrow for a small vacation, I plan to tag as much as I can but if I am slow it is due to that and not lack of interest, and I shall backtag to the ends of time!))